I am in trouble, and I know it. I cannot believe I'm standing in Russell's apartment. Russ wasn't my first boyfriend, but he was my first real boyfriend.
My pussy is tingling, the way it used to years ago whenever Russ got close. I know my ass is in trouble.
This was my last delivery tonight, and I was looking forward to cuddle time with my current lover who was waiting patiently at home.
When the customer's door opened, my mouth dropped. Dressed in silver athletic pants and a soft blue tank top accentuating his slight, muscular frame, Russ still had that magnetic pull on me that took me two years to break free of six years ago. He immediately invited me in.
I could see the imprint of his dick pressing against his silky trousers. Fuck, I remembered how his full lips would lovingly arouse my sensitive nipples. Dammit, they also reacted, involuntarily inflating the moment my pussy toggled on.
"Hello Mel," he said, reminding me how much I missed his sexy baritone voice. Mel was short for Melanie. Dammit, dammit! The voice, the body, the visible imprint. I'm wet and done.
He continued. "So, you're delivering these days, I'm not surprised. You always were a go-getter. Let me take that out of your hands," he said, as he reached for his bag of food.
I was holding the bag high, and his hand lightly grazed my breast as I released it. More tingling down there. I was still in a state of semi-shock, and he laughingly noticed.
"Relax Mel, you look great," he said, while staring at the DD's he used to make feel so special. My delivery shirt was a tight fit, causing almost every man I encountered to hard eyeball my tantalizing twins. Their eyes told the story, and I could see them silently living the dream.
Russ knew my twins intimately, and he knew the effect he had on them, and me. Am I your last delivery? He asked.
"Yes, it's been a busy day, and I am anxious to get home and put my aching feet up." I still had immense feelings for Russ, things just didn't work out for us.
Right on cue, Russ took my hand and led me over to the couch. "Sit, he said, let me help you out." Too turned on to resist, I followed his lead, fell back into his comfy couch, and exhaled.
Russ pulled over a footstool and sat down in front of me. Then, he released my sore tootsies from their shoe entrapment and began massaging. He always knew what to do to make me feel better. That one big lie years ago destroyed all we had built, but we still had strong attractions to one another.
After a couple of minutes, Russ paused and told me to hold on. I watched him as he strolled to the kitchen, remove two wine glasses from the cabinet, and fill them with his favorite red.
I knew what was going on, and what was on his mind. And I felt powerless under his touch, I wanted him to continue, so I did as he suggested. I unbuttoned the top two of my work shirt, and relaxed.
Russ's hands were magic. He had progressed up to my calves. Slowly, patiently and wordlessly increasing my desire. I was on. My pussy was wet and my nipples were at attention. I opened my eyes and saw his cock straining against his silk like pants.
I realized that tonight I was going to get fucked. I gave in completely, opening my legs a little wider, inviting him in. He was massaging above my knees now, his fingers sliding under my khaki shorts, causing me to tremble with anticipation. I knew his cock would soon be inside me.